So here's the scene. Hobie's mood has been souring a lot recently, between the nonstop missions that your bosses have been giving you two (a lot of them seem to be ones that separate the two of you for some stupid reason), to the constant pestering from the neighbor next door, to the annoying realization that you guys haven't been spending enough time together. It all comes rearing its head when you guys are on a mission together (finally) and the target that you're supposed to kidnap and interrogate keeps making inappropriate passes at you. Regardless of how you both keep stating you're married. And Hobie knows you can handle yourself (boy does he know😏), but it makes his already short fuse go off.
AAHHHH WRITING THIS MADE ME MISS THEM SO MUCH! Hope you like it bestie ❤️
Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! reader
Word count: 2.2k
Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader except for clothing, Mr and Mrs Smith AU, spy AU, John! Hobie, Jane! Reader, CW alcohol mention, CW blood and violence, CW injury, CW suggestive, fluff!
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You come home to an empty house. You’re used to it, the silence that rings in your ears, the familiar hum and the lack of life inside. But that was before you took this job, now you would always come home to the sounds and smells of something cooking inside the kitchen. The loud reverb of his music that plays through the house speakers, and his voice.
Hobie sometimes talks to himself, you caught him doing it plenty of times, whether he’s cleaning his gun, making music in the basement, or just feeding the pigeons on the rooftop garden. You always hear his voice coming from somewhere around the house, and you never truly feel alone because of that. You don’t want to tell him about his little quirk either when you don’t want him to become aware of it and stop. You find it incredibly endearing. Hearing his thoughts out loud is one of his qualities that you love about him so much. Makes your job easier as his ‘wife’ and partner too when you know what he wants and what he needs at that moment.
But you’ve been coming home all beaten and battered from a solo mission to a quiet house one too many times. Usually he’d be away on a mission just the same as you, and you’d make him dinner and leave it in the microwave for him with a tiny note on the door that just says, ‘dinner,’ on it. He always eats it, you find, never once complaining about how the rice is too soft or the salmon needed more seasoning. But on rare occasions, he’d be home before you, bruised and injured just like you. You’d share a beer with him on the couch in the basement while a black and white film plays on the screen. He’d tend to you, and you’d tend to him, both wordlessly, no shared words, no tender comments, no soft kisses upon your cheek that you have come to seek out even more. Just a brush of his knuckle upon your bicep, barely felt, but it’s there, he’s there, but you wish that there’s more than that. That everything would go back to where it used to be before the company put you both on timeout for the fuck up you two did.
Hobie’s tired of it, he’s annoyed and incredibly frustrated by how things are going. From the nonstop solo missions to the silent nights alone at home. Not to mention that whenever the two of you would get a sliver of free time together, the annoying neighbor would pop out with some other mundane complaint about the house or how there are too many pigeons flying above the garden, or maybe he just does not like how the paint chips in the same angle pointing at his house. Whatever it is, Hobie knows that the man could not leave you alone, possibly because he thinks you’re fit, who wouldn’t? Hobie thinks you’re mighty fit, absolutely drop dead gorgeous, a good shot too. And the other reason why the annoying neighbor keeps pestering you is because he wants to buy the house, as if either Hobie or you have a say in it anyway. Either way, he’s going to punch his lights out if he shows up on his doorstep again with two cups of matcha lattes with one of them having your name on it.
He sits down on the basement couch with a first aid kit on his lap and a cold beer in his hand, waiting for you, even when the beer starts to grow warm in his hold. He’s in the middle of watching ‘Casablanca,’ when the elevators open, flooding the room in warm light.
“Fancy seeing you here.” Your voice immediately sets him at ease.
“I live here, lovie.” Hobie can’t hide the easy smile on his face from appearing. “You good?”
Shrugging, you cross the distance over to him, whilst clutching at your injured shoulder. “Yeah, got hit real good with a pipe on my shoulder but I’ll live.” Plopping down with a groan, the couch dips and bounces a little as Hobie leans closer to inspect you for any more hidden injuries as the light from the projector illuminates your face. You flick your gaze at him, doing the same as you scan him for injuries. “You?”
“Dodged a bullet and parried a flying axe, but ‘m good.”
“God, you’re insufferable.” Leaning back, head lolling to the side, you say the words affectionately despite the bite of it.
“Guess that’s why you keep comin’ home, hm?” Now shoulder to shoulder, Hobie feels you lean closer to him, as if you seek out his warmth.
“Guess so.” You nuzzle your cheek atop his shoulder, nose nudging him, and a hand resting atop his thigh. “How long do we have?” He knows what it means, ‘until the next mission.’
Checking his phone, he doesn’t see anything yet from Hihi. For now least. “I don’t know, probably a day.”
Scooching closer, you now fully hold onto his arm, eyes closing and ignoring the dull ache on your shoulder as you feel him peck your temple sweetly and his hand kneading at your knee. “The best twenty four hours we’ll ever get.”
“I’d ask to tussle in the sheets but ‘m properly knackered, love.” Head falling down beside your own, Hobie could feel sleep take him. Sharing a beer can wait.
You let out a tired groan. “I didn’t mean it by that, but fuck that sounds really amazing right now.”
“You want to?” Cracking one eye open, Hobie finds that you’re already looking up at him with the same glint in your eyes. “I’ll chug an energy drink for you.”
“Drinking a shit drink just to fuck me, how romantic.” You joke as he shares a laugh with you. “Maybe after a nap.”
“Yeah,” Hobie settles back down happily to your side. “Later.”
The simultaneous sounds of your phones ringing has Hobie gritting his teeth.
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The pub is in full swing, the scent of ale and the feeling of the sticky carpet underneath your boots has you feeling like you need another shower. The only plus side of the mission is the fact that Hobie is finally with you again, it’s back to the usual business it seems and the company finally let you two off the hook.
It’s a simple mission, a nab and talk, and the two of you have settled with you becoming the honeypot for the mission. Hobie doesn’t like it, but it’s the only way to get a drunk millionaire that got his money from questionable sources to notice you. He’d do it himself, hell, he’ll wear those thigh high boots that you’re currently rocking but the target doesn’t swing that way. Hobie would make it look good though.
He’s standing beside the back exit, leaning casually on the wall as he keeps an eye on you and the target at the same time. He’s supposed to only be a lookout for when the man is vulnerable to take, but he can’t help it when there are far too many variants around with wandering eyes and hands. He knows that you can take care of yourself better than anyone, but he’d rather do the punching and kicking for you instead.
Hobie’s mismatched eyes flick back to the target, finding that the box blond has finally spotted you from the bar. He knew that you’d look mighty fit in a red dress, probably too good when there have been three people so far that sauntered over to you with confidence only for their egos to be shattered by your quick retort.
“You know where your dress would look better on?” Hobie says in his comms, hiding the movements of his lips atop the rim of his drink.
“The floor, I assume?” You answer without moving your lips like some ventriloquist. Hobie’s properly impressed by that feat. “That pick up line is so old that my great grandma heard it before.”
“Damn, your great grandma was fit too? Guess it runs in the genes, hm?”
You laugh, and your lips does not move an inch.
“Right, that’s bloody eerie, love. Where’d you learn how to do that?” He eyes the target as he slowly makes his way over to you. “Wannabe Chris Evans on your six.”
“Copy that.” You take a sip of your mocktail, “and what do you mean? It’s a natural talent of mine.”
He chuckles atop the rim of his glass, shaking his head. “You’re the most interestin’ woman I’ve ever met, lovie.”
“Wanna marry me again?”
“Again? I’d marry you for the first time, preferably with our friends and family as witnesses.” He’s not lying, and you know it too but you don’t mention it as to not open Pandora’s box.
“Oh, Hobie, you’ll find that my side of the pews is empty.” Is the last thing you say to him before acknowledging the man sidling beside you. “What do you want?”
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Your bombshell demeanor that doesn’t give a shit about anyone except for the one guy that manages to chip away at your frozen exterior schtick managed to hook the target right in. And now he finds himself in the backseat of your car, zip tied, asleep, and parked in the middle of a dark and empty pier.
“Please don’t tell me we fucked up the dose again.” You say, poking the target’s chest with the hilt of your knife.
“Nah, I double checked—” the target wakes up with a stir. “Mornin’, mate.”
“The fuck?” His red eyes look around, tugging at the zip ties and adjusting his vision. “Who— oh shit.” He sees you still in your red dress and boots, and his whole body eases. “Damn, didn’t know you were into this shit, gorgeous.” He then finally notices Hobie beside you, and his expression falls. “I should tell you now that I don’t do the whole ‘two man and one girl’ thing, I like it the other way around though.” His brows wiggled suggestively, and Hobie had to restrain himself from punching the brows off of him.
“We’re not here for that, mister Colton. We’re here to ask you where you hid the money you stole.” For emphasis, you brandish your knife.
“What money? You into knives too? Shit, I think I’m falling in love with you.” He seems genuine about his words, and that’s the same conclusion you and Hobie have— the target is freaky as hell.
Sighing, Hobie takes out his gun, not pointing at him per se but just showing it off to intimidate. “Let’s do this easy and clean, bruv, my lovie and I have a reservation at our bed, and we’re already runnin’ late.”
“Where’s the money, Colton? Or we’ll start taking fingers.”
“Oh oh!” The man guffaws drunkenly. “That’s your girl? Oh man, I’m so sorry to tell you but she was all over me at the pub. I think you two need a good talk together.”
“Don’t need it, I was watching. And I trust my wife.” Hobie shares a brief tender look with you. “Jus’ fuckin’ sing, mate, our patience is runnin’ thin like your hairline.”
“You’re into watching then, hm?” He laughs again, amused by how he’s riling you both up further. Hobie’s grip on his gun tightens and you let out a tired sigh, unamused. “Tell you what, I let you watch me do her and I’ll consider giving you the info you need. Easy peasy!”
“Hobie, don’t.” You sense his anger from a mile away.
You expect for him to snap and blow a gasket, curse him out and probably shoot him right there and then and have you both cleaning the backseat until dawn, but Hobie, your dear John just leaves the car. And you watch him take a deep breath outside whilst rubbing at his face. After a beat, he just stands there in the dark, staring at the floating boats. Somehow, his silent anger is much more terrifying.
“Damn, didn’t know he’d agree. Now that’s a real bro right there—!” The target abruptly gets yanked out of the car by his collar and the door shuts right behind him as you see Hobie pummel him to the ground.
“Tell me when you get the answer out of him!” You yell back above the sounds of screaming and pleading outside.
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You watch as your car sinks down into the dark waters, you’d crash out if not for Hobie’s hand wrapped around yours. There’s blood on his palm and split knuckles, but you don’t mind it at all when yours is stained crimson just like him.
“What now?” Blowing a raspberry, you look at him.
“We get the hard drive from his penthouse and deliver it like usual to Hihi. Mission accomplished. I’ll get us a car.” Hobie wipes at the blood on his chin after you gestured it for him. “Did I get it?”
“No, hold on.” Taking your sleeve, you gently wipe at every bloody splotch on his handsome face that is illuminated by the warm streetlights. “There, fuck, you look really fucking hot.” You say with a bite of your lip.
The corner of Hobie’s lip tugs into a smirk. “Want to test out the wanker’s bed before we leave the penthouse?”
After a long art block, I finally managed to sketch something again with these two!
I want to show the Similarities that Father and Daughter share, I'll do more about this subject ^_^ Same questioning look, same way to eat, but Gabi prefers burritos!
MY COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN! If interested, please send me an e-mail: [email protected]
miguel notices something about you. something no other person close to him has ever done— when you're close to his arms, you bite.
you bite the absolute shit out of him. he often reminds you that he's not a chew toy and you're not a dog. but you still bite him—. it's to the point that when you get excited he'll hurriedly put his forearm in front of your mouth so you have something to chew on during your excitement.
he gave it a few months and when you still didn't stop, he just let it happen. he lets you bite his arm, his hands, his fingers, his cheek, his nose, his lips— you've made him a chew toy. he'll never say it but he likes it. you're like a puppy, it's adorable, not that he'll ever say it out loud.
he also likes that you don't bite anyone but him, you don't bite hobie, not peter, not ben reilly, not pav, just him. hobie finds it hilarious, mostly because when you guys are just out 'n hanging out, if you get worked up he'll spot miguel stuffing his fingers in your mouth just so you can bite.
he gets teased about it for having a 'biting kink' but they don't understand that you've made him your personal chewing toy ! not that they'll listen.. he doesn't care. they all just expect to see multiple bite marks on his body when he's working out, some on his forearms, varying all the way to his neck— its your love language he believes.
Hi idk if you're taking asks but if you are can you please write Miguel with a pregnant wife?
Thank you in advance!!
i'm so sorry i'm replying to your asks so late, ive been soooo busy bro like im so fucked cuz i might be in legal trouble but like life happens innit.
anywaysssss, this ask is soooo cute omdss
after the birth of your daughter, Miguel has been obsessed with the idea of you being pregnant. him finding out that you were pregnant with another child had him jumping for joy. the man wouldn't let you lift a finger even if it was to change the TV channel. "princesa, make sure you take care of mommy for me, ok?" he says, giving his daughter a fat kiss across the cheek. your due date was soon approaching and the house was bare of groceries. "daddy, where do babies come from?" the 5 year old ask curiously. "ok, that's enough, daddy needs to go shopping," you said, picking up your child and telling Miguel to pick his jaw up off the floor. "come on bubba, lets go bake an apple pie," you waddled to the kitchen.
2 hours of chasing your daughter around with flour flew by, and before you knew it, your husband was home with several bags full of shopping. hearing the persistent screams of terror and her squeals of joy had Miguel standing on edge. he opened the door to the kitchen to find a horror scene. flour, milk eggs and butter was splayed all across the kitchen. the pie dough had just been made and was sitting haphazardly in the pie pot in the middle of the island. both you and your daughter froze, both exchanging looks of concern.
"i left you too alone, for 2 hours. and i come home to this mess you created. how could you do this to me. how could you have this much fun without me?" Miguel feigned hurt. "i can't believe-" he was cut off by a big fat splat on his face and the tale tell sounds of a high pitched giggle. a mixture of eggs and flour was dripping down his stern face. "oh, you are so getting it now," he sneers as his daughter squeals and runs around the kitchen. the sounds of her small feet slapping against the tiled floors.
his daughter cowed against a wall. realising she had nowhere so go, her shrieks increased in pitch. "now i've got you were i want," Miguel chuckles lowly. "now i've got you where i want," you exclaim raising your hands to dump half a bag of flour on his big head. you can't help it as you let out a loud laugh. Miguel sighed in defeat, smiling as he watched his two girls in pure joy. your bulbous belly had you waddling up the stairs with your daughter to go and wash her up before bed as it was getting late and there were eggs in her hair. Miguel had agreed to clean the kitchen and after some argument - since you were the one to mess it up - Miguel briefly shut you up and told you wash up and get ready for bed because tomorrow you guys had to go shopping for the baby and see if Miles was available to babysit your daughter when you went in labour.
your daughter was sound asleep and you'd just finish your skincare routine by the time Miguel came out of the shower. his towel hung low, just below his v-line. his abs glistening in your low bedroom light. his hair dripped down his neck. "you ready for bed, baby?" he asked, coming up behind you to put your butt-length braids into your bright pink bonnet matching with your pjs. he walked over to your shared bed, as you followed soon after. "she most definitely takes after you," you chuckle, facing your husband. "don't even. you and i know damn well she takes after you," he snaps. "well either way, she's honestly the best thing to have happened to us. and now we have another thing coming," you sigh rubbing your belly. "i wonder who he'll take over," Miguel says.
Do-May-Stic Day 25. Laughter (Miguel O'Hara x reader)!
Entry no. 25! Miguel deserves to laugh @domaystic
CW- Potentially inaccurate Spanish, kind of OOC, spider-person!reader but other than that, just fluff!
Word count- 288
“So, I landed on the roof, all cool and badass when a pigeon just landed on my head and took a crap! It'll take forever to get the crap off my suit. Least it wasn’t on the mask side of my face.” You chuckled as you finished your story. Miles, Gwen and Hobie cracked up laughing along with you. You held up your spider mask, the white pigeon poop dribbled on the back of it. Miles and Gwen made disgusted faces but kept laughing.
“I better get this cleaned, I’ll catch up with you guys later!” You smiled and waved as you headed towards the Spider-suit laundromat within the Spider Society. Still weird how they had everything. As you turned the corner, you noticed Miguel, trembling slightly as he looked towards the wall. Your eyes widened as you got closer, panic settling in your chest.
“Miguel? Is everything alright, mi Corazón?” You asked as your hand settled on his shoulder. Miguel nodded.
“I-I’ll be fine.” Miguel tried to say before bursting out into a laugh. Your eyes widened. His laugh was hearty, his shoulders moving with every exhale.
“The pigeon shit on your head.” He managed between gasps of breath. The gears clicked into place. Miguel had overheard your story to the other Spider-Men. You began laughing again too, grinning ear to ear. It was rare to see Miguel laughing so much. Especially over something so childish.
He slowly regained his composure and wiped some tears of laughter from his eyes. He took a deep breath before returning to his usual scowl.
“Make sure to get that cleaned of your suit, alright? Can't have you walking around with bird shit, mi Corazón.” He said, cool as a cucumber.
Tags: fluff, suggestive, reunions, teasing, family planning
Word count: 0.8k
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A/N: I heard that the sequel isn't coming in 2025 but that won't stop me from writing fics for this amazing man.
"Mi vida, I'm home." Miguel heavy footsteps echoed through the halls, a good sort of comfort now in your current state. "Baby? Are you asleep?" You could pretend to be. Like you pretended all those night before, then wake up in the morning and wonder if he would be there or not. No. Not this time.
You waited for him to open the door, his charming, soft smile thrown your way, almost shaking your resolve.
"You didn't have to wait up for me you know, I don't mind cuddling up next to my-" He stopped talking once his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the bedroom and he saw your eyes red from crying, "What's wrong? Are you hurt?" You nodded. You were about to explain when he was in front of you in a flash, his hands pressing and prodding, looking you over. The bed dipped to one side under Miguel's weight, his worried expression turning a little angry, " Where does it hurt? Who hurt you? I'll make them regret it!"
You let out a long heavy sigh. Taking one of his hands you placed it above your heart and then pointed your finger at him, finally meeting his eyes with your being full of tears, "You hurt me."
"What?" He looked like you just slapped him, which would have been preferable, he would hardly feel that. But your words, they cut deep. "What do you mean? Was I rough with you last night? You told me it was-"
"Oh for gods sake Miguel, I'm not talking about that. I'm not physically hurt." You backed up a bit, putting some space between you two. It was a little empty space, easy to close, yet it felt like you were worlds, universes apart, "I don't ever see you anymore. You go on missions, you come back, you... fuck me and then you leave. Do you really not get how that makes me feel? How... used and alone I feel?"
The sex was good. The sex was damn good. Perfect even. He was so close to you, he was smiling at you, you were one with him, holding him, feeling him everywhere, kissing him. But those moments, they passed way too quickly for your liking and then you were empty and alone again.
"Is that really how you feel?" He sounded like he couldn't wrap his head around what you were saying. At the same time you could see it on his face that he was putting the puzzle pieces together. "I love you, more then anything, you're the most important person in this or any universe to me. I... would stop. If you wanted me to. We could settle down, buy a bigger house, start a family, like we talked about."
"How? How can you say that when you leave without... without even telling me? Your job is important, I understand that, but for the love of god Miguel, I'm your girlfriend! I at least deserve to know when you're leaving don't I? What if... what if one day you... what if you don't come back to me?" You started hiccuping while you cried, your body shaking from the wave of emotions that you were finally able to unleash. There was a part of you that felt like it was selfish, that Miguel wasn't yours to keep and that doing so would mean a lot of people would get hurt. Did you deserve him in the first place?
Miguel's arms wrapped around your smaller frame, you could hear his heart beating quickly, you could feel him shaking along with you while he balanced himself on his knees, his suit flickering on and off. "I would never abandon you. Even if I have to crawl back from Hell itself I'd find a way to come back to you. I made up my mind long ago, when I die it will when we're both old and I lost all my hair."
"And we have grandkids running around?" You whisper against his chest, voice still raw from crying and nose stuffed from sniffles.
"So many grandkids. We're gonna have a big family, just like we planned. I know its hard right now but its almost over okay? Then we can settle down anywhere you want." Miguel cupped the back of your head as his lips pressed to your forehead, lingering there for the longest time, "Nothing is more important then you. Nothing."
"I want at least three kids." He nodded, "A big house in the country side." A nod, "A big, cuddly dog." Another nod, "And you in my bed every night." He kissed you, not caring the least that you tasted like tears. But he didn't stop there. His hands lifted you up by the hips, your legs wrapping around his body as you felt yourself being lowered on the bed.
You felt his suit vanish and warm muscles take its place, "Three kids. That's a lot of work. We should practice as much as we can." Miguel smirked like an idiot while he undressed you, ready to prove his love to you.
꒰ ♡ ꒱ — miles says something that hurts your feelings and is trying to make up for that
includes; black fem reader, a bit angsty, fluff at the end, kisses, nicknames like ma, baby, mami and etc
“baby open the door” he sighs, leaning his forehead against your bathroom door. his heart hurts every time he hears you sob and sniffle..all because of him.
“leave me alone miles, i don’t want to deal with you right now” you breathe out shakily, wiping your eyes and cheeks from the tears. “i really don’t so please just leave”
he closes his eyes and stays still, not wanting to leave and allow you to be by yourself. it’s not the first time that you both have your arguments and disagreements. you both start quarrelling then to the both of you distancing to calm down before coming back to speak to one another calmly. just 3 simple steps that’s gotten you both a long way into the relationship but it seems as you were still stuck in the second step; distancing.
he knows what he said was wrong, he didn’t mean it and he genuinely isn’t lying it wasn’t even supposed to come out of his mouth- the thought wasn’t even directed towards you— he doesn’t even know anymore he just want to reconcile with you and hold you again. but he knew the moment what he said hurt you by the look in your eyes. the way your waterline filled with tears, an expression of heartbreak and your body slowly going from tense and confident to relaxed and defeated. the room was quiet and all you both did was stare at each-other. miles was just trying to find something to say when he looks at the tears slowly cascading down your brown cheeks, another hole opens in his heart.
“baby..” he stutters a bit but you turn and walk towards the bathroom, closing the door behind you as you sit on the floor of the small room, crying into your hands replaying those same 6 words again and again
“i wish i never met you”
to someone else, possibly, it could seem that she is overreacting but to you it tore you into some indescribable. miles is the type of person to keep everything to himself but when he met you all of that changed and was happy he did meet you, he really did. so now him saying he never wished he did, felt like you've just been stringed along this entire time. you know he said it out of anger and you know he didn't mean it but the thoughts swarming in your head, the train of thoughts being filled with passengers of insecurities overrules it in a millisecond.
“ ‘m not leaving” he shakes his head, sighing softly. “please just let me explain myself— explain what miles?” you cut him off abruptly, roughly rubbing your now irritated eye.
“you said it, it’s been said and it seems like you’ve been meaning to say it for a while now” you mumbled, not having the energy to even speak.
“i was just- ma, i was just overthinking and you were just talking to me at the same time so it was just too much for me to focus in that moment baby okay? i’m sorry” he apologizes, his expression turned into a slight look of desperation. “open the door for me? please?” he asks, quietly.
again it was silent and it was something he didn’t like either. the silence continues for at least 2 minutes before he hears the door unlock and open. he is revealed to his tired looking girl, eyes red and puffy from crying, and body stance just lazy looking all ready to give up.
he stares at you with a look of guilt and regret. he walks towards you slowly and cups your face into his calloused hands , just watching your every move 'n seeing you lean into his warm hands, closing your eyes with a quiet sigh, not knowing what say towards your boyfriend at all in the moment. it was just like that for what felt like forever. just him watching your face and all of your features carefully like he wouldn't remember If you were to just disappear right now.
"baby I-" he cuts himself off, wanting to word his messed up and crazy thoughts properly. "I love you- I'm in love with you" he mumbles, rubbing his thumb back and forth along your cheek and getting you to open your red eyes to look at him tiredly. "I never. ever. want you not to be in my life…no lo entiendes (you don’t understand), I need you." his voice gets deeper but softer as he moves his head closer to yours, placing his forehead gently on your own. "today I failed you as your boyfriend by saying something that I didn't even mean to you..I know what I said was wrong, I do mama, I do. I never meant to hurt you…" he whispers, pecking your lips softly. "I can't and wouldn't ever leave you alone, knowing I hurt you like this and enough to make you cry…thats something I wouldn't be able to even go up to my mother and tell her" he chuckles half heartedly, shaking his head and exhaling.
"..I am really sorry mami" he then kisses you deeply, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you in closer just to feel your body against his own. you sigh once more, hugging him and kissing him back with two hands on either side of his face. he relaxes and picks you up, lips still intact and carries you to your bed, sitting down and placing you on his lap. you both separate for some air, panting lightly with you both just staring at each other again. he cups your face with one hand, looking at you straight in the eye with a soft look. "you're so beautiful" you frown and let a tear push out your eye but it didn't get a chance to roll down your cheek because of miles wiping it away. "no more crying okay? im so so sorry" he rubs your back.
"smile for me?…please?" he asks, watching you sniffle but slowly move the corner of your lips upwards into that beautiful smile of yours, so damn contagious it makes him give you that sweet small smile back. you now smile wider and hug him tightly once again.
"please don't do that ever again" you whisper, cheek against his shoulder. he nods and kisses your temple longingly.
"I won't even think of yelling at you again" he promises to himself and to you.
Note: I'm using a translator for Spanish. You can correct me if you want. [The way I made this fic so random]
When it said: "I can't eat raw fish" (but, for sure, we're gonna eat some raw fish 🤭) [help. I'm being held hostage by my friend unless I type this. Help]
Part 2 —
Honestly. You were just on a small land, but enough resources to live at least. You're the only person who lives there, but some people visit left and right sometimes. You had a very calm and peaceful life until you accidentally....fish out a VERY big....fish?
You dragged him up even though he was a little heavy with both of your arms hooked with his or just. Straight up carrying him princess style. (Or even dragging him by the tail)
You. Were. Stunned.....you fished out a Merman?! Honestly, you thought mermaids were just fairytales, but I guess not since you're seeing one right now! (Damn, but this one is a hot lookin fish— I mean. Merman)
You were panicking. Should you run? Or check if it's alive? Ask him if he's ok? Wait. Can he even speak english? Or can he even speak at all??? While you were in the abyss of your thoughts, the unknown merman just stared at you.
When you finally collected your thoughts, you felt water spashing on you, well. Not that much. It's more like sprinkling since he's just shaking his hair from the water. He suddenly backed away from you, claws open. (Wait....fish has claws?—)
You put both of your hands in the air as a sign of peace. Not wanting to be looked as a threat. He tilted his head and just slowly backed away, slipping back into the water. Welp, that's gonna be the last time you'll ever see such a beauty again.
You laid there, fishing rod in your hand as you wait for a fish to pull on the string. Basking in the sunlight in such comfort that you could fall asleep if it wasn't for a certain stare burning a hole through you...
Miguel frowning as he watched you just sitting there. Not even bothering to look who was staring at you and just letting them. (Him)
He wonders why you're just. There. You don't even bother going back to that place called a city. You just. Stayed. He's been actually stalking watching you for a while. Waiting for the moment for you to leave to make his heart stop racing and ache.
But not for a single moment, you never left. He even tried many tactics to make you leave, like leaving fish blood, dead bodies of ocean animals, or anything! But. You just...shrugged.
He became increasingly interested in you. Even to the point his tail is wagging like a dog waiting for its owner excitedly. He found out you fell asleep as he sneakily went up to you, dragging his body with his arms. Finally, getting a good look on you, he felt memorized.
Before he left, he tried nuzzling his face to yours, feeling the soft flesh against his. Just like how he saw other humans showing physical affection to each other. Feeling satisfied, he left in a swift motion before you woke up.
The next day, you decided to fish again as it's now your hobby since it's been a bit boring ever since you came to the land. You flinched when you felt a hand that felt like it was soaked in water, taking off your hat that was covering your face.
You see the same handsome merman, looking at you in curiosity. Pausing as you don't know what to do. You put your hand out for him since he kept staring at it as if interested. He slowly and softly put his head on your hand. Nuzzling it as his tail seemed to swish left to right in a wagging motion.
You were about to say something until he went back into the water and after a few minutes, he rose up from the water with a fish in his mouth. He went closer to you, reaching for your lap as he dropped the fish in your hands.
"You....want me to eat this?"
He nodded. Oh. Wait. Seems like he knows english-
You just put it back behind your back, "thanks. I will, uhh, eat it later."
He frowned. Making you feel very nervous. So you just tried walking away to get things to maybe make a fireplace so you can at least cook it to make it edible for you. He noticed this and grabbed your wrist, thinking that your leaving him.
He pulled you over to him, hugging you tightly and not letting go. "Uhh...Mermaid man, im trying to-"
"My name is....Miguel. Not Mermaid Man."
You were stunned. He could also speak? You patted his head as he snuggled you closer.
"no me dejes solo...por favor?"
You paused. Thinking what to do. You'll just simply tell him, "I can't eat raw fish, pretty boy."
He paused at the mention to him as pretty boy. He quickly lets you go, looking away so you can't see the blush on his face. You quietly went away, getting some wood for the fireplace.
After you come back, you see him, miguel in the water, waiting for you. You patted your lap as Miguel hesitantly but hurryingly comes over to you. He flinched when you put a wet towel on his neck where his gills were but slowly got comfortable. (I think Mermaids need their gills to not be dry so they can breathe)
He watches you cook the fish and take a bite out of it. You offered one to him as he took a bite out of it. After a few minutes, he tugged your sleeves. Looking at you as if waiting for you to feed him again. Sighing, you broke off a piece and fed it to him.
Maybe living with a Merman isn't so bad after all.
